*Tyler's POV*

*Timeskip to six months later*

"Here you are, enjoy your meal." I beamed, setting the plates down in front of each customer surrounding the small table. I noticed they'd stolen chairs from the table beside them to accommodate every member of their party, making a mental note to make sure they put them back afterward.

"Thanks." The mother said, giving me an apologetic smile when a rogue drop of spaghetti sauce from the toddler's plate nearly hit me. Man, that kid was chowing down. You'd think it hadn't seen food for months at the rate it was eating. Then again, who am I to talk? With that in mind, I kept my staring to a minimum, giving them a quick farewell before heading back toward the kitchen.

I was still stopped three times on the way back, but I couldn't bring myself to mind. Everyone was nice and I enjoyed making their dinner experience better in one way or another, knowing how miserable I felt when it took ages for my waiter to come back by my table. Of course, I wasn't actually their waiter, I spent most of my time behind the counter in the kitchen cooking, but I figured it didn't hurt to cover the back of our waiters and waitresses. Even if the reason their backs even needed covering at all was due solely to laziness.

I paused again just before walking into the kitchen, drawing in a shaky breath as I studied the familiar posters. They were strung up everywhere, they had been for a few months now. Nobody really talked about it anymore, but it didn't stop my breath from catching every time I saw Caspar's name scrawled across those missing posters. I just hoped he was okay. 

Troye and I had went to his house right after it happened to snoop around a bit. He read his father's mind, finding out for sure that he wasn't the reason he was missing. It really just seemed like he'd been abducted by someone else entirely, or that he'd ran away. I hoped it was the latter. 

I pushed through the doors carelessly, immediately going for the hand washing station and rinsing them clean. I slipped a new pair of gloves on after turning off the tap, taking a deep breath before walking back over to the stove. My kitchen help was here, in the form of a very familiar woman peering at the soup curiously like she had no idea what to do next.

"Mom? Is everything under control?" I laughed, pausing beside her to lean my weight onto one hip, waiting impatiently for her response. My time was limited and I really would have liked to be out of here by now, but I couldn't leave her here looking so unsure.

"It tastes weird." She observed simply, giving a guilty expression like she somehow blamed herself for whatever the mishap had been to ruin my soup. Whatever it was, it was probably fixable. If it wasn't, it was just soup after all.

I grabbed a new spoon and quickly scooped some into my mouth, not even needing a moment to process what the food was lacking. I knew instantly.

"Needs salt." I said simply, rushing to grab the box of salt off the opposite counter. I walked back to the stove with it in hand, dashing some onto my palm before dropping it innto the pot. I watched the top of the water fizzle just slightly over the additive, hurrying to grab yet another spoon for her to taste it again. I felt bad for whoever was on dish duty tonight. Actually, I always felt bad for the person on dish duty, considering it was never my job. "Better?" I asked her, not even trying to hide my curiosity as I watched her facial reactions to the spoon I'd just barely shoved past her lips. She nodded, swallowing harshly before flashing me a wide smile.

"When did you get so good at this! The Mellet's knew what they were doing when they hired you!" She beamed, wrapping me up into a hug. I blushed, knowing one of our co-workers could walk in and see our embrace at any second. That wasn't quite enough to get me to back out of it though, instead enjoying being able to rest in her warm arms. In some ways, I really missed living with her. In other ways, I was very thankful Troye and I were on our own.

"Do you think you'd be able to handle the current crowd on your own? I was supposed to be off fifteen minutes ago." I explained, taking a quick second to wipe down the counter. It wasn't particularly dirty, but no one else was particularly strict about making sure it stayed that way.

She looked at me like I'd just spurted utter nonsense, making me worry for a moment if she actually was capable of looking after things for the next few hours until closing time. She'd only called me in to help her out with rush hour, but if she really needed me still I couldn't refuse to stay. However, that didn't seem to be the case. She didn't look nervous of me leaving, only confused by the suggestion altogether, like she'd forgotten I wasn't even supposed to be working today at all. It was my day off.

"Oh, shit! You can go, honey, Troye's probably wondering where you're at." She beamed, patting me on the back. I didn't miss the way her eyes lit up when they mentioned Troye, I never did. She was still as happy with him as she had been that first day I brought him home and he gave her flowers. Again though, who am I to talk? I'm just as infatuated as ever too, even if things are a bit rocky right now.

"I don't know, he wasn't exactly happy with me when I left." I mumbled, shrugging off my apron and folding it up. This part of the day always reminded me of working at Bruce's, a small tang of sadness finding me as I remembered my first job. It wasn't like we'd left him completely understaffed though, considering both Sage and Tyde had been ecstatic at the idea of working there. I wasn't sure the two of them would be the best mix to have working at the same time, but they seemed to split up their hours quite differently than Troye and I had.

"Trouble in paradise?" Mom asked, bringing me back to current time again. I nodded, running my hand through my hair. I think I might have mentioned the situation to her earlier, but she hadn't really offered any advice, only sympathy. That wasn't what I was after. I just wanted to know how to make it better, not how to cope with how miserable it was right now.

"I promised him date night and then you called me last minute about working." I explained again, watching her eyes narrow as she likely recalled the story from earlier. She nodded her head, showing her understanding and lack of words to reply with all in one gesture.

"Sorry." She said weakly, my chest constricting uncomfortable at the guilty tone she used. It's not like it's her fault she needed help, it's not like I could blame her for dragging me away from Troye. I didn't want to make any more people upset than absolutely necessary.

"It's fine. You're still coming over for supper on Saturday, right?" I asked, dreading just the idea of the upcoming get-together. It was Troye's wise idea to invite both of our families to the same dinner in our tiny apartment, including Steele and Amy. Not that I really minded any of them, I loved them all, but in small moderate doses where I had lots of space to retreat and hide. They'd all been to our apartment by now, aside from Steele and Amy, but never all at the same time. I wasn't sure our poor living space would be able to handle that, but I guess we're going to find out.

"Right." She confirmed, smiling widely at me like she could sense just how nervous I was. I grinned at her, leaning in for another quick hug. I backed off, giving her a knowing smile and deciding to make the moment less sappy with a bit of teasing.

"Don't forget again, suppers alone with the Mellet's are still uncomfortable." We would never let her live down forgetting the last meal, especially not when she always reacted to hilariously when we reminded her. She pulled a face of annoyance, shoving me gently.

"I won't, that was a one time thing!"

"Bye, Mom." I laughed softly, flashing her one last wide smile before turning and striding out of the room. Someone immediately raised their hand to get my attention, letting it sink back down against the table when they realized I no longer wore my apron or name tag. I turned the corner, pausing when I saw a familiar face sitting in one of the many stools surrounding the counter.

"Hey, Bruce!"

***

The conversation with Bruce carried on for a lot longer than I'd expected, meaning I was left in even more of a rush to get back to Troye's side. I was insanely late getting home now. I probably could have worked the whole shift and still be home before now. I was just hoping Troye would understand. Surely he'd be happy to get the inside scoop on how good his siblings are at their new job. And he'd likely be happy to see me too, even if he was too stubborn and spiteful to admit it.

That's why I had such a skip in my step as I approached the entrance to our building, holding the flower bouquet I'd bought on the way home closely to my chest. It was cheesy, but I figured it'd help me get back on his good side. Whether he admits it or not, he really is quite the hopeless romantic.

I pouted when I saw the sign still adorning the doors of the elevator, sighing at the fact I'd be taking the stairs yet again. It wasn't so bad with just these in my arms, but on days I buy groceries I'm really growing tired of carrying them so far.

I let out a heavy breath as I stepped off the final stair, relieved to finally be on our floor. I rushed toward the end of the hall, bouncing eagerly as I pondered over what Troye might be doing right now. It was a bit past supper time, but he may have kept the table set waiting for me to get home. Then again, he could be studying. He'd been doing that a lot lately, completely immersing himself in the idea of becoming a cop. As much as the risky job choice worried me, I supported him too. The world could benefit from a man like him in any position of power.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice something as small as the doorknob ahead of me turning, not even when it swung open. The only thing I did notice was when a man stepped out directly into my path, but by then it was too late to stop the accident from occurring. I crashed into him awkwardly, falling to my knees while somehow managing to coddle the flowers to my chest and protect them. 

I breathed heavily, knowing already that I'd scuffed my knee up reasonably. I got to my feet slowly, testing out how bad the pain levels were before putting my full weight on the leg. I looked up finally then, offering a smile to the disheveled looking person looming over me. God, he was really tall. He didn't exactly look welcoming either, leaning against the door frame he'd just stepped out of and staring down at me. It wasn't really an intrigued stare as a studying one, like he was judging me blatantly and unabashedly.

"I am so sorry about that! I really should pay more attention to where I'm going o-"

"Yes, you really should." He cut me off, his tone far from sarcastic. I stared up at him incredulously, my mouth surely hanging slightly agape over his blunt response. Somebody really doesn't care about the way he treats others, huh?

"Sorry. Are you new here? I haven't seen you around." I offered, trying to mend the gap he'd put between us. I wasn't here to make enemies, that was the exact opposite of what I wanted. Even if the guy seems like a bit of a dick, I don't have any really negative feelings toward him. 

His brown eyes blinked intuitively, his head shaking slowly. He seemed almost uncomfortable talking to me, making a fleeting worry shoot through me that he might be homophobic. Surely he's noticed Troye and I and knows we're together if he's been here for any amount of time, we're hardly discreet about it. We're not exactly quiet either, another mental note made to be more considerate of this poor guy. He was our neighbor right beside us, the thin walls probably doing a pretty poor job of muffling any noise coming from our apartment. He doesn't deserve that.

"I moved in about a year ago." He replied finally, reminding me I'd been letting my mind drift a bit too far again. I nodded my head, shoving a hand toward him and pouting slightly when he flinched away like it was covered in the plague.

"I'm Tyler, by the way." I explained, searching his eyes curiously and trying to place the emotion found in them. It wasn't really disgust as much as total disinterest.

"Cool." He offered, flattening his body further against the door in what was probably supposed to be a subtle attempt to get away from my hand. I sighed, withdrawing it and shoving it into the pockets of my worn jeans.

"And you are?" He made a face, like he wasn't particularly fond of disclosing that information. Then again, maybe he worried I'd assume we were friends or something just because we knew each other's names. Trust me, that wasn't going to happen. The only time I could see myself willingly seeking him out is in the case of a serious emergency.

"Dan." He answered finally, still sounding slightly hesitant toward the confession. I nodded my head, deciding it definitely suited him.

"Nice to-" I never got the chance to finish my response, watching as he pushed his door open behind him and slipped back into the apartment he'd walked out of, not even gracing me with eye contact as he bluntly ran away from me. I quirked an eyebrow, staring at his shut door in shock. "...meet you?"

I started to turn away, noticing a small slip of paper on the floor and picking it up. It had a number on it and a name, but that was it. 'Phil', huh? I wonder who that is. I don't really feel like knocking right now and asking though, I'll just give it back later when I've not just had a door slammed in my face.

After that I was quick to move on and just head straight for our apartment, deciding that from then on I would be making no outward attempts at befriending the residents of our building. I was seriously beginning to think we were the most normal people living here, which was really saying something.

I didn't bother knocking when I reached our doormat, instead just opening the door with my key and letting myself in. I doubted there was anything I could walk in on that'd be too uncomfortable with Troye, and the knock would only drive the stupid dog crazy.

"Jagga! Not again!" Speak of the devil, the stupid dog seems to be wreaking havoc yet again. I grinned despite myself, setting the flowers down before shrugging my sweater off and letting it fall by my ankles. I kicked my shoes off too, taking a step forward before realizing my mistake and forcing myself to pick up all of the outdoor wear and put it where it all went. Troye had gotten after me one too many times for me to make that mistake again. Well, for me to make that mistake and get away with it.

I grabbed the flowers again, holding them tightly as I tried to figure out where Troye's distressed complaint had come from. I found him in the kitchen eventually, smiling fondly as I watched him continuously spray Jagga with the disciplinary water bottle. She had taken refuge under the table, pressed as far back against the wall as possible to avoid his wrath.

"What's she into this time?" I chuckled, watching the way he jumped unreasonably high. Then again, he had no idea I was home when he was so distracted in all this, he probably hadn't been expecting it at all.

"She ate the entire butter dish." He answered in a grumble, not even looking at me as he fell into a chair at the table and buried his face in his hands.

"That's concerning, last I checked that was glass." I said quietly, hoping the bad joke might make him laugh. It didn't though, only earning me a scoff and a quiet angry stomp of his foot.

"I meant the butter in it, not the actual dish, smartass." He said coldly, my lips pulling up into a smile. Despite the fact I'd been obviously joking, it was quite cute watching him take my suggestion seriously and get so worked up over it.

I stepped behind him, letting my hands fall on his shoulders and pick up a steady massaging rhythm. He hummed appreciatively, shifting under my touch and opening up more with his body language, even if he insisted on keeping his eyes from mine. It was frustrating, but to be expected. He was pretty stubborn when he was angry.

"Come on, she's not that bad." I said softly, not wanting to stress him even further. He shook his head into his palms, seemingly very passionate on this decision.

"She's horrible. You were the one that wanted a dog, not me." He'd pulled that card so many times, constantly trying to get me to do all the work and using it to guilt me into being obedient.

"I wanted a dog, not a seal." I corrected him, giggling slightly as I leaned over him and hugged him back against my chest. He was rigid and distanced, but it still felt nice having him close.

"She was going to be put down." I nodded my head into his back. I'd heard this story many times before, whenever I questioned his dog-choosing skills. As much trouble as she was, I was pretty glad we'd gone with her. Maybe she'd calm down a bit when she was older, but right now you did get the occasional snuggly mood from her when she acted like the best dog in the world. Being that she was my first dog ever, I didn't really have anything better to compare her to.

I broke away from the embrace, leaving him bent over the table as I fell onto my butt in the middle of the floor, patting my thighs eagerly.

"Jagga! Come here!" It was about a second later that she charged out from under the table, knocking me into a completely laying position when she pounced on my chest. "Oof!" 

"Of course she comes to you. She was hiding from me." Troye scoffed, my eyes flickering away from the mess of fur on top of me to look at him. He'd sat up finally, turned in his seat to look over his shoulder, his expression a weird mix of cold and loving as he watched me get mauled by the dog.

"Because you're mean." I said, laughing when she went to lick a stripe up my cheek. I shoved her away with a bit of struggle, managing to get back into a sitting position before she was coming back for her next attack. She threw herself across my lap, looking up expectantly for belly rubs. I absentmindedly let my hand settle on her fur, not able to resist petting her even now.

"No, because I scold her and don't let her get away with eating us out of house and home." He growled, sounding slightly snappier after my accusation. I sighed, looking down at her with a lopsided smile. She looked like a nut right now, her eyes wide and bulging as she squirmed around.

"You love her." I chuckled, attempting to push her off so our conversation could continue uninterrupted.

"That doesn't mean I can't be mad at her." I bit my lip, realizing exactly what he was getting at with the way he said it. This isn't just about the dog, is it? I really pushed her off now, scolding her under my breath and firmly telling her no when she attempted to climb back over me. I got to my feet then, trying not to feel bad about her disappointed eyes.

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked tentatively, moving to quietly sit in the seat across from him. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders and refusing to meet my gaze again.

"You promised, Ty." He muttered, my chest tightening uncomfortably at the pain I heard in his voice. He was right, I'd promised I wouldn't cancel this time. I had to get it into my head that he is eons more important than my job. Even if the reason I'm working so much is in hopes of buying him a real ring- Nope. Not thinking about that. He's getting better and better and mindreading and I'd really rather have the element of surprise on my side when I pull that.

"I'm free tomorrow." I offered, batting my eyelashes at him and gently kicking his foot under the table. He sighed, nodding his head dismissively in the way he told me he'd accept it, but that still didn't mean he liked it. I decided to try something different, shifting my chair to his side of the table and settling my hand on his thigh. "And the rest of tonight."

"And you're going to make it up to me?" He asked quietly, eyes alight with mischief now when they met with mine. Part of me was concerned what to expect when offering him anything he wanted, seeing as he'd done a pretty good job proving just how kinky he could be in the bedroom, but I was also curious. I doubted he'd do anything I really didn't want him to, and he also seemed to know what I actually would be into.

"Any way you want me to." I confirmed, watching the way his eyes darkened noticeably. He brought his bottom lip back between his teeth agonizingly slow, purposely drawing out the movement to sexualize it. It worked, already feeling my length stirring beneath my pants. 

He settled his hand on my thigh now, wasting no time to drift it up and stop right where I wanted his touch. Except he didn't apply any pressure, smiling wryly as he waited for me to make the first move and buck my hips up. I could have pretended to have too much pride for that, but it wasn't true. I grinded upward into his palm, letting my head fall back and a quite moan slip past my lips. He scoffed next to me, leaning over to peck his lips to my shoulder.

"What's that?" I quirked my eyebrows, lifting my head to see what he was talking about. I grabbed the slip of white sticking out from my pocket, realizing immediately afterward what it was.

"Our neighbor dropped it." I said, handing the paper to him. He nodded his head, reading it quickly before tossing it on the table. I just hoped he didn't mistake it as me getting someone's number, because that was the furthest from the truth there was.

"You should probably give it back, it might be important." He said quietly.

"He's weird." I complained, still not ecstatic about the idea of seeing him again after being so rejected earlier. Troye pulled a face, glaring at me. I blushed, realizing exactly what he was getting at. I'd been trying to be more careful about calling people weird, especially with Troye's past. I didn't know their situation. Still, I doubted there was any chance of our neighbor being a mindreader too. I think he's just an asshole. Still, asshole or not, he probably needs this paper. "Sorry, you're right, I'll go give it back." I sighed, getting to my feet. I made it about a step before he was grabbing my wrist, pulling me backward.

"I meant later, right now I think you're supposed to be making things up to me." I grinned, eagerly nodding and completely abandoning the idea of leaving. Instead I moved forward, spreading my legs slightly so I could settle down straddling his lap, facing him.

"Am I?" I purred, lifting my hands to push his unstyled hair back and out of his eyes. He nodded, the bright familiar blue shining behind his eyelashes. "Are the clothes off our bed?"

"No. Let's just do it here." He replied, leaning forward to attach his lips to my neck as his hands started to wander from their spot on my back. I gasped, saturating in the feeling of his touch as he flicked his tongue harshly over the sensitive skin. After getting a more serious job I'd been being more strict about the hickeys he gave me, not very fond of taking the time to put make-up over them every day before work. But I figured tonight could be an exception, considering I had promised to make it up to him any way he wanted.

"In the kitchen?" I replied curiously, remembering what he'd last said when he gave me a second's break from his kissing. He nodded, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck as his hands skimmed even lower and gripped at my butt.

"It's the only room we haven't yet." He reminded me, my cheeks flushing red as I remembered our past experiences in the new apartment. From the living room coffee table to against the dryer, we weren't exactly shy in our adventures. However, this room did have the biggest window, and he didn't seem to mind continuing without closing the curtains.

"Okay." I breathed out quietly, deciding to just go along with it. It made it strangely hotter, the slight rush of adrenaline knowing we weren't that hidden from other's eyes. God, his kinkiness must be rubbing off on me.

He didn't give me long to think about my decision after making it, immediately grabbing the back of my neck and crashing my mouth to his. We kissed ferociously as his hands went to work at the buttons of my shirt, clumsily undoing them and cursing against my lips each time he messed up. We were both quite into the changes I'd made to my style, aside from the fact he didn't have that much experience fumbling his way through buttons to get the button-ups off.

Eventually I grew tired of waiting, just pulling away to do it myself. He looked like he was about ready to rip it open and I really wasn't going to allow that with my new shirt. I undid the remaining buttons with ease, immediately sliding it from my shoulders and moving forward to kiss him again. He wound his fingers through my hair, our lips meeting open-mouthed. We kissed as I undid his pants, heart racing eagerly at the thought of having him inside me again.

I was the one to break the kiss off, standing up and gesturing for him to do the same. He shed both his pants and his shirt in seconds, ripping them off his body. He didn't stop at just that though, dipping two fingers under the waistband of his briefs and starting to slide them off too. He didn't even get them down far enough to fully uncover his erection before we were interrupted, both of us groaning in unison at the sound of someone knocking at the door.

 "Fuck." I cursed, digging my nails into my palms angrily. He just laughed though, clapping me on the butt and steering me in the direction of the door.

"Go get it."

"Why me?" I complained, whining as I stared at him pathetically. He just shook his head, patting my back again.

"You have more clothes on." I couldn't argue with that, though I still wasn't very happy about having to be the one to answer the door. I didn't even bother putting my shirt back on, instead just walking out of the room like I was. I noticed the abandoned flower bouquet on the table in the doorway, cursing myself for forgetting them there. It was Troye's fault really, for being so strict on the whole 'picking up your coat and shoes' thing.

I couldn't really afford to gather them up and put them in water right now though, sighing softly as I went to open the door. I just hoped it wasn't Zoe, because I knew from experience she'd let herself in and barge right in looking for Troye. He wasn't exactly in the condition to be hosting guests.

"Hello?" I greeted quietly, giving a curious rake of my eyes over the man's body. He looked exactly the same as earlier, albeit a little bit more obvious with how unhappy he was to be talking to me. That made sense, he didn't have to pretend to like me now that he'd slammed a door in my face.

"Hi, you don't happen to have a-"

"Oh! Are you looking for that number you dropped?" He nodded his head, blushing slightly as he nervously started to fiddle with his hands. I excused myself, rushing into the kitchen to grab the slip. I gasped when I walked in on Troye again, legs spread wide as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes were closed, making me wonder if he noticed my presence at all as he continued to run his closed fist over his length. I decided I'd better not stay to find out, not if I didn't want to leave Dan waiting until we were finished. I grabbed the paper off the table and hurriedly walked back, offering a wide smile as I handed it over. "You dropped this-"

"I know I did." He said gruffly, cutting me off as he snatched the note. I gave him a bit of a glare, unable to help myself with how rude he was being. He didn't seem phased though, just giving me a weak wobbly smile before stepping out of the doorway. "Thank-you."

"Yeah, sure. See you around." I said casually, dismissing him with a wave of my hand. He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he turned.

"Probably not, I don't leave the house much, but I appreciate the sentiment." I wasn't sure whether to feel dejected or sorry for him at the sudden confession, just waving awkwardly as he stepped away and moved back to his apartment.

I closed the door, immediately turning and rushing to grab the flowers. I held them tightly as I hurried back into the room, grinning cheerily as I stepped back into the kitchen. I made a point to be louder this time, grateful when I found Troye's eyes open as I walked back in.

"Neighbor?" He laughed, tilting his head to the side as he noticed the way I was holding both my hands behind my back. I nodded, stepping forward and settling back on his lap. I sat back further, not wanting to rub up against his oversensitized length. Not right now anyway, I'd do that in a few seconds. Right now I just wanted the cheesy romantic moment. Even if I was half naked and he was completely nude.

"Mmhmm. Look what I bought you." I cooed, grinning widely in self-appreciation as I withdrew them from behind my back, holding them out in the small space between our chests. His eyes went wide, followed by a stupid smile spreading across his lips as he slowly took them from my hand. He careened his neck lower rather than lifting the flowers, sniffing them and letting his eyes fall shut in appreciation of the scent.

"They're amazing, thank-you." He beamed, letting his eyes flutter back open. They immediately met with mine, whether it was on purpose or not I didn't know. I could tell it wasn't on purpose when his gaze lingered though, both of us momentarily lost in the other's eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too."

A/n: This is it then, the end of an era. As you know, I am the queen of rambly author's notes and if you were expecting anything but here, you were sorely wrong. Wow, I don't even know what to say. I have been so stressed out recently trying to finish this in time for the contest and to be able to actually say it's done, completely done, is really surreal. Writing Freak is all I've done for so long it feels weird not having that responsibility looming in the back of my mind. Part of me is sad, understandably. The response I've received from this fanfic is unlike anything I could have ever imagined or expected. If you read my end-of-story author's note for It's Complicated, I think I said that was more than I ever expected and it really was. This is just, woah, there aren't even words. Thank-you soso much for reading all of this and growing with me and the characters, it's been a ride. It's probably super cheesy to pull this card, but this experience has genuinely changed my life. I've gained so much confidence in myself and my dream of becoming an author and it's all thanks to you guys. I know it wasn't your intention, to you it was just reading a fic in your spare time, but I cannot express how eternally grateful I am for every single read, vote, comment, message. I know I don't take the time to reply to every single one, but I do read them all and they all affect me some way or another. 

This is really it, the end of the road. Well, the end of this road, I'm branching off onto new routes (aka new stories). As of right now, I don't think I'm going to announce them, or I'll get ahead of myself and neglect my current stories, but there will definitely be more. More smutty fics, more fluffy fics, possibly an angsty fic? (That's my really lame attempt at catching your attention so you'll follow me) I don't expect all of my readers from this fic to move on to my others, but you know, it wouldn't hurt you to try them out when they start.  More reading material, yanno? So yeah, follow me on here and twitter  (Also @MelancholyMango) and all that good stuff because I'm still growing and writing and I don't think I'll be stopping any time soon. I love you guys soososo much and just, thank-you. Whether you wrote a song, made a fan-art, left one comment on one chapter, you made a difference and it means the world to me. (also, I'm too nervous to post it on here in fear of getting in trouble but @KaterinaSivan also made a final Freak edit that's a liiiiiiittle bit smutty and a lotttttt amazing so go hunt her down. She makes amazing edits and will continue to even now that Freak is over)